Yum.
I am in dire need of hot chocolate. I'd rather have a giant whip-creamy white mocha, or a brownie frappacino, or some other caffeine, drug-like substance that'll keep me awake until 7:00 a.m. and later.. but because my kitchen just sucks, I'll need to settle for hot chocolate. Sans marshmallows. I'm going to go make some and aptly hang my head in shame. Then, first thing tomorrow, I'm buying White Mocha's in BULK. NoName Brand White Mocha's from SuperStore. Probably a powder mix containing ground up newspapers, mouse tails and uhm....well, creativity's at a low (no coffee, you see) so just make up the third ground up item. And you'll all get a prize.
And yes, it'll be self-satisfaction.
And let's not forget, the Joy of Learning.
Monday, November 19, 200111:54 p.m.
listening to; My Sacrifice / Creed
reading; Daughter of God / Lewis Perdue
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Just got back from the mall..
My blasted rec room light is burnt out. But on the up side, I don't have to look at the ugly rec room decor anymore. I'm living quite happily in a dark, dark, shadowed room ignorantly absent of the splotched carpeting and faux panelling. I know I discuss the ugliness of my house frequently; but really -- if you guys saw it, its disgusting-ness would consume your every waking hour, too.
Which leads me to this thought I had yesterday -- living in a duplex sucks. Its a life revolving around not bothering your neighbour.
Eg; No loud music. Might bother the neighbours. No running. Might bother the neighbours. No talking loud AT ALL. Might bother the neighbours. It'd be good just to live in a silent cocoon, living in a somewhat zen like state and taking vows of silence. Because you don't want to bother your neighbour.
My neighbours are great. Right now their playing country and its leaking through the walls.
Just great.
*hemorrhage*
Monday, November 19, 200107:45 p.m.
listening to; My Sacrifice / Creed
reading; Daughter of God / Lewis Perdue
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The first snowfall
I am too filled with childish excitement. I woke up this morning to giant snowflakes fluttering from the sky.
Which; of course is absolutely awesome.
Yep. The first snowfalls are always light and airy and wonderful.
And then the elves come...
God save us all.
Monday, November 19, 200101:15 p.m.
listening to; My Sacrifice / Creed
reading; Daughter of God / Lewis Perdue
Had to go upstairs and cross the threshold into Brad's room to use his printer.
Unfortuneatly, somewhere along the way Melissa was eaten by a hybrid of dirty underwear from '99 and a mouldy bag of half-eaten Old Dutch All Dressed chips.
She will be missed.
I'm still working on these blasted criticisms. I made the mistake of procrastinating and now I'm searching the web for 14 year old critics who posted their opinion on their webpages.
"Man, Animal Farm is like, about a bunch of like, animals, who like, uhm.... do stuff together and like, maaaaaaaaaaaan..its like a sick book.. like, seriously.. because Todd was talking to Chad, and Chad said he'd seen like, this website about Animal Farm and like.. all these guys were like.. oh man... friggin' farmer perverts man..."
Thats actually somewhat of an excerpt from last years Biology class concerning a pornographic animal site. Yuck.
Monday, November 19, 200102:22 a.m.
listening to; My Sacrifice / Creed
reading; Daughter of God / Lewis Perdue
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goddamn_printer_die_now.
or, actually, don't die now. Live..live and print and give me my goddamn research on the disabled!!
I'm helping Mel with her big college project; researching the disabled and caring for them.. or researching caring for them.. technically, I don't actually HAVE an *actual* disabled child with me here, right now -- unless you count Brad. Which, equally technically, I suppose you could. Hah.
Anyway, my printer is broken... so what I'm going to do, is I'm going to write a very strongly worded letter to the makers of the Hewlett Packard Deskjet 692C. Then, I'm going to give the letter to Mel, who can present it to her professor with a wink and plea to understand her plight. To understand her plight especially since she's quite willing to give him liquor and illegal substances. I'm sure we can find said substances in Brad's sock drawer, by the way.
Then, Hewlett-Packard will send us a letter back, which will, when shortened, summed up and simplified say:
Our printer's are evil intelligent robots made specifically to screw you over so you'll send them to people who can fix them, thus making them money, and allowing them to give us a percentage of their profits for building such crappy printers.
Later on, Arnold Schwartznegger will be sent from the future, where the robots have evolved and become mutinous, to save the leader of the human resistance.
Thus, of course, coining the phrase, "I'll Be Back." Which, because it becomes popular before its time, will utterly wipe out any and all McDonald's franchises by the year 2008.
Hewlett Packard: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??!?!?
Oh, the humanity.
aaaaaaaand, MSN convo, happening right now, describing my difficulty:
!nDiGo::.Dr@g0n--> says:
oh, its too fun. ;p. or, actually, what i mean is, its not fun.. because my printer isn't working and i can't find anything substantial on the retarded. @Rk0n - says:
look up retards !nDiGo::.Dr@g0n--> says:
yeah, but then i just get a whole bunch of websites run by terrorists, or trailer park directory webpages in the south.
Sunday, November 18, 200108:04 p.m.
listening to; My Sacrifice / Creed
reading; Daughter of God / Lewis Perdue
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Cursed sleeping patterns..
Damndamndamn.. why didn't anyone tell me there was a meteor shower? Blah. I went to sleep at dawn. All I had to do was walk through the beer bottle debris left over from Brad's 3 person party last night, step over the passed out bodies of his friends, gag on cigarette smoke, make my way upstairs and out the door and watch.
I think whats really weird though, is that when meteor showers only come every thirty years or so, entire lives can come down to two small incidents in history. What I mean is, we're living right now, and life seems vast, expansive.. at 18 I feel I have all the time in the world in which to ruin my entire prospective future-- but when you do a retrospective, a complete life can be summed up in 2 meteor showers. Two seperate, yet connected events that few of us will ever get to witness three times.
It just struck me about how weird that was.
Now; for the rest of the day: Animal Farm secondary source criticisms.
Oh, how I now hate this book.
Sunday, November 18, 200103:41 p.m.
listening to; My Sacrifice / Creed
reading; Daughter of God / Lewis Perdue
- This is depressing. Having the entirety of the rest of your remaining life summed up into a matter of seconds ticking away. I only have 1576799987...no..6..no..5.. seconds left...
Sunday, November 18, 200112:06 a.m.
listening to; My Sacrifice / Creed
reading; Daughter of God / Lewis Perdue
